Reaching for My Angel [The Royal Wolves 5] (Siren Publishing Allure) (12 page)

She nodded, her eyes dilated so much that the blacks of the eyes were nearly imperceptible. “Oh god yes I am ready for desert, do I get the first bite from your mouth?”

“If you like,” he whispered softly reaching for the whip cream can. Shaking it he nibbled on her lips and then, straightening, he inverted it over her breasts. “Ready?” he asked in warning. At her tight nod he squirted out a small pile of whip cream on first one breast and then the next before he moved his hand down and sprayed a small swirl over her mound.

She hissed as the cold cream curled lovingly around her nipple. “Oh god, Benedek!” she sobbed and reached out to touch him. “Please, baby, god that feels so good but I really, really want you to lick it off now, sweetheart.”

“Not yet,” he told her as he picked up the slightly warmed chocolate sauce and then drizzled some over each pile of whipped cream. Humming softly he made sure that some
accidentally
hit her skin to give her the contrast between the chill of the cream and the heat of the chocolate. Between her legs he was a little more obvious about the whole accidental spilling bit making sure the chocolate slide down her folds and through her heat.

She was his meal, in more than one way and she knew it as did he. The feelings he evoked with something like food play, it was making her whole body combustible. “Then you need to eat in a hurry, Ben. I can’t begin to tell you how hard it is to lay here.” She felt him put the chocolate down and tensed in anticipation.

Picking up the cherries he grinned at her tension and topped each bit of cream with two cherries. Taking the container of juice, he drizzled it over the cream and chocolate, down her body to the last bit of cream where he let it go everywhere. Setting it aside he licked his fingers as he eyed her. “When we shop next, remind me to get sprinkles,” he commented before leaning over to slowly lap at her breast.

“Right.” Like she would remember that with her brain melted and oozing out her ears. She whimpered and bit her lip to stop from screaming. “Gods, Benedek,” she breathed in a soft moan. “Move.” The feeling of the cream moving over her nipples and his tongue laving at it was driving her completely and totally crazy. The coldness of the cream, the warmth of his tongue, working time and time over the tight bud had her back arched and her sobbing out his name in need.

“Shh, I am moving, my sweet,” he told her slowly sliding his tongue over her skin catching some of the chocolate and cherry juice. Moving up her breast he scooped some of the cream on his tongue and then moved to her head, kissing her slowly, gently letting her taste the cool whipped topping.

Her hands and arms were now free of food but she couldn’t let go of the towels under her which she had such a complete death grip on. When he pulled back she smiled up at him and licked her lips. “That tastes really very good.”

“Yes, my love.” He grinned at her. “It does indeed. I’m going for seconds, care for more?” he asked as he pulled back and finished off one breast of whipping cream before he moved around the table to the other side chewing on the cherry. “Perhaps you’d like the cherry off of this one?” he licked his lips slowly as he let his eyes slide over her.

She could only nod dumbly and then. “Yes, I would very much like a piece of cherry as well, darling.” She watched him and smiled. “Something with chocolate on it as well please?”

Smiling he slid his tongue over a line of chocolate before he scooped up the cherry with more chocolate. Bending over her he grinned and then fed her from his mouth again. Sliding his tongue over hers as she sucked at the chocolate he groaned, this little game was so far gone that he didn’t have a clue what the hell they were doing any more and frankly, he didn’t care.

She pulled back and was chewing the cherry as she whispered, “I need you, Benedek, I don’t know how much more I can take of this, my love, please?” she begged softly as she looked at him. “I need you, please.”

“Soon,” he breathed again as he fought to remember why he was torturing them both. “Soon,” he promised and then moved to lick her flesh. He wasn’t playing so much anymore. Now he had a purpose. He needed her clean and so needy that when he breathed on her she came.

Each swipe of his tongue, each movement of his mouth on her body had her exploding in orgasm, screaming his name as she arched up off of the table.

Pressing his hand to her hip, he kept her from bucking off the table, though it was close a couple of times. Shifting to sit in a chair he tugged her down the table and draped her legs over his shoulders. Leaning his head in he began to eat the final bits of whipped cream, his tongue sliding over her, the moisture of her body mixing with the sweetness of the chocolate sauce and cherry juice.

She sobbed as he did this. “Benedek!” she screamed as she orgasmed once more while he cleaned her body of the whipped cream, cherry juice, and chocolate. “Please,” she begged again.

Slowly he cleaned every bit of his sweet treat from the even sweeter taste of his mate. When she came again, her words a strangled plea of garbled words, he stood and, pushing his jeans down, sheathed himself in her heat with one move, grinding his teeth as she squeezed him tightly. Lifting her ass he pumped into her body over and over, each thrust harder then the last, the table creaking under her.

“I will never look at this table the same way again.” She gasped while she clenched the towels that were still under her. “So good.” It always felt good to have him inside of her, but this, this was sublime.

“I will enjoy each and every meal we have at this table,” he told her softly watching her face and the emotions rolling constantly over her features. “I will think of you spread out like the goddess you are for my feasting needs and remember the taste of you with whip cream warmed by your flesh.”

She shuddered and pulled him close. “I’m going to come, Benedek. I need you there with me.” That was all the warning she gave as her legs tightened and body clenched his tightly and her orgasm rolled through her hard and fast.

Pumping into her faster Ben kept her riding the waves of her orgasm as he let out a low growl. His cock swelled in the next four thrusts and then he was there with her taking her over again before she even came down from the first. Barking her name out as he arched back, pushing in all the way to the entrance of her womb, he shuddered and locked his knees so he wouldn’t hurt either of them.

She couldn’t breathe. Everything inside of her body was on fire and god she never wanted it to be put out. She lay there gasping for air, dragging in his scent with each breath she took and loving him more and more with each moment. Finally she opened her eyes and looked at him. “I love you, Benedek Farkas.” It was barely audible, but she knew she had to tell him how much she cared.

Moving to brace his hands on either side of her head, he leaned over and kissed her as his body filled hers again and again. “I love you, too, darling,” he whispered softly as he brushed his lips over hers. “Feel better?” he asked with a grin.

She nodded and smiled as she did so. “Yes, so very much better. I don’t think that I could survive another meal like this.” Yeah right, she was already thinking of doing another one next month, making it a monthly or ever weekly tradition. “And you?”

“Thinking we should make this a nightly endeavour,” he told her with a perfectly straight face that cracked at her look and he burst out laughing. “Every two weeks?” he tried next still chuckling.

“Maybe monthly?” she countered. “We don’t want to ruin the complete and total novelty of the moment, love. Besides, if we do it monthly we can always ensure that we will have something to look forward to, always.”

“Good point, I’ll need the time to prepare some menus as well.” He grinned at her. Kissing her nose lightly he slid from her body as his relaxed. “Come on, darling, we should go and have a shower so that you don’t end up all stuck to something.”

She snickered. “Yes, it would just be all kinds of bad to be stuck to you, or something else that would really be bad.” Slipping her hand into his she let him help her up and stood on shaky legs. “Wow, I think that I have lost all feeling from the waist down.” Actually it wasn’t the feeling she lost, but rather the extra added feeling.

Scooping her up without any effort he carried her toward the stairs. “Well then I suppose I will just have to ensure that you can get around won’t I?” he asked with a grin. Mounting the stairs he kissed her cheek. “Did you want a shower or a hot bath instead?” he inquired.

“A shower, because I can share the shower with you.” Her head on his shoulder, she yawned and nodded. “Because if I get into a bath I will be sleeping, just so that you know.” Patting his chest she added, “Thank you for carrying me. I know I’m not some glorious book,” she teased. “But I guess you will just have to do with me, won’t you?”

“You are so much better than any first edition I could ever hope of finding, love,” he told her softly. Kissing her forehead lightly he headed for the bathroom. “We’ll take a shower if you think you can stand up.” He grinned.

“I can.” Especially with the aide of the shower stall at her back. “All right, love, prop me up in the shower and hand me the soap. I will get all sudsy and you can help me rinse.” She looked up at him with a devilish look and wicked intentions. “I won’t even complain when your hands touch places they really shouldn’t.” Because she knew hers would be.

“Behave yourself, woman,” he said with a grin setting her on her feet in the shower stall. Once she was stable, he turned the water on and got it adjusted. “All right, love.” Ben passed her the soap. “Here you go, good luck.” He grinned as she leaned into the wall.

What he didn’t know was that she was a champion at showering when she wasn’t steady on her feet, of working through any pain she might feel. With a surprisingly stable hand, she began to wash her body from the feet up and then leaned her head back against the wall. She was a little pinker in areas, and her cheeks were flushed and rosy but in a good way. Grinning she opened her eyes back up and passed him the soap. “Wanna rinse me off?”

Tugging her lightly into his arms he moved them under the water kissing her lightly. “Mm,” he murmured rubbing against her lightly, “Smooth,” he teased nipping at her full lower lip.

“Yep, granted I will need to shave again in a couple of days, darling, and for that”—she snickered—“you don’t get to watch that one either, unless you are really, really good.”

Rolling his eyes he kissed her nose lightly. “Whatever makes you comfortable, darling,” he said softly. Turning her around he rinsed her front and let the water rinse him, too. Lowering his head he kissed her throat lightly, brushing his lips over her soft skin slowly, inhaling her scent as the hot water made it rise up in the stall.

“I love you, too, Ben.” Evan said with a grin. “I love you, Ben, and we need to get out of here, sweetheart.” Before she turned all pruny and melted in a puddle at his feet.

“All right.” He smiled slowly reaching around her to turn the water off. Guiding her out of the stall he wrapped her in a large towel quickly and began to dry her off as she stood on the floor mat.

Laughter bubbled out of her as she stopped him. “Ben, I can dry myself, honey. I promise you that I am tired and all pruny but I can dry myself, promise.” Especially now that she wasn’t feeling ready to fall flat on her face, too.

Letting her dry herself he watched for a moment to ensure she wasn’t going to fall over. Taking a second towel he dried himself before tossing both towels over the bar. Scooping her up in his arms he carried her to the bed. “I know you can likely walk, but I much prefer this,” he told her as she looked to protest.

Knowing what battles to pick and which ones were just silly, she lay her head on his shoulder and grinned. “I happen to approve of this one. I love having you holding me close like this, Benedek.” She sighed. “Promise me that no matter how old we get, we will always be like this. Close like this, our hearts and souls melded as one?”

“That’s definitely a promise, Angel,” he told her quietly with a smile to her. Kissing her temple lightly he laid her down on the bed and, after shutting the drapes and turning off the lights, joined her.

Her arms held out and when he got into bed with her and had them covered she snuggled down and deep with him. “I love you, Benedek. Now, however, your girl needs some sleep please.”

“Then sleep, baby, I’ll be right here with you the whole time.” He smiled softly. Kissing her cheek he gently rubbed at her shoulders to help relax her.

“All right, Benedek.” She yawned softly and nodded, rubbing her cheek to his chest. “This is so nice. Thank you for giving me this freedom, of being able to go to sleep without.” She stopped right there. “Never mind. This is just very nice, Ben.”

“No secrets, Angel,” he said softly moving his hand to her hair and gently massaging her scalp. “Tell me what you were going to say please?” he asked her gently hugging her to him.

“For giving me the ability to sleep without having to worry about rape or beatings.” And it wasn’t her ex’s cock that raped her. No, he couldn’t keep it up with two toothpicks and scotch tape. No, he liked to use utensils, baseball bats, beer cans, anything he could get his hands on.

Flinching at her words he hugged her tighter ever aware of her fragile human form. “I love you, Evangeline. Nothing bad is ever going to happen to you again, I promise,” he whispered softly. Kissing her shoulder lightly he turned his face into neck and breathed her in. “You are mine to protect, love.”